Im still trying to think where I wanna go with this story but hopefully I can get everything done the way I want it to end.

Anyways no one cares about this part so lets just skip to the story.
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Wait...MAYBE IM NOT!

I pulled out my pocket my knife as I started to cut the rope until it finally snapped.

I heard whoever it was start to gasp for air. I had then dragged them into the moonlight.

It was Springtrap...

Springtrap's Pov:

2 Weeks Ago

I ran home crying not caring about anything anymore. Out of everything that he has done, this hurt the most.

I felt my chest aching as I hyperventilated. I got to my house and ran to my room and locked it. I just dropped myself on the carpet floor.

The one person I cared about for so long just broke me. I started feeling exhausted from crying and I eventually fell asleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night and I heard banging on the door. I ignored it and turned myself away from the door. I heard my dad yelling to let him in or he would break the door. He was going to get inside eventually and I opener the door. As expected, my dad was heavily intoxicated and he thew his empty beer bottle at me. For some reason I couldn't feel a thing.

My dad saw that I wasn't in pain like usual so he just pushed me against the wall. Again...

Nothing.

My dad at this point was furious and noticed I had no reaction. Had I become emotionless?

"Now you wanna act all tough now? Lets see if you are tough!" I smelled his breath and the smell of alcohol was strong. From behind him I saw him pull out a knife and stab my chest. I felt something warm start drip down. My dad felt like he had enough and left the door slamming it shut. I didn't feel anything. On the other hand, I felt nauseous and my vision became blurry. I fell down onto the floor and blacked out.

After what felt like hours, I finally woke up. Somehow I was sitting on a table with a first aid kit. I felt where I was stabbed and saw that it was completely gone. What the fuck is goin on?

For the last week I haven't gone to school and instead found out if I could die.

I tried drowning myself, I tried burning myself, and I tried almost every possibility and not only would I not feel the pain, but I would always wake up back in my table without any harm...

It felt powerful, it also at the same time it made me realize how I couldn't die and it would probably stay that way.

At this point I was desperate for something to happen. Everyday In my sketchbook I would sketch out my death and all the different ways of doing it. I would remember them vividly and I was able to remember each and every one of them.

At some point, an Idea clicked in my head.
What if I get trapped in a way that would prevent me from escaping. I've become mad and everyday I care less and less about what happens to the world. It only brought me pain. I haven't ever been genuinely happy for a long time and I don't think I'll ever be...

One night I decided to draw my death before it happens because I don't think I'll escape this one. A smirked appeared on my face as just thinking about finally ending this.

After my parents fell asleep I grabbed the rope on my desk and headed out.

The best place was to go to the tree on the hill. The tree was hig enough for me to end it there. I started giggling in which then turned into laughter. As I approached the tree, I started to make a knot on the rope. I tied it up to the tree. It felt like this plan was going to work and I'd finally end it.

As I let go, I felt my myself gasping for air. Though I did hear someone running.
Shit..

I was quickly cut off and I gasped for air. After a few seconds I saw a dark figure looking at me. I was grabbed by them and dragged out of the dark.

Goldie was there....

I felt anger and bitterness towards him.

The person who bullied, abused, and almost killed me was saving me here. The irony was hilarious. I started to chuckle that then turned into laughter. He took a step back in horror.

"Oh look, guess who is scared now? Y'know, I never was scared of you. I just pretended so that you can feel good about being someone who hurts others for their own amusement."

I looked over to his hoodie, I could just barely see cuts on his arm. He was hyperventilating at this point about to cry. He started to grip his arm and dug his nails into his skin. I could see blood come out.

"Your so pathetic. Your so disgusting. No wonder why nobody likes you. To think that I actually cared about you, and only you...."

Goldie's Pov:

Springtrap started to chuckle while his once bright green eyes were now a dull greyish green.

He must have gone crazy but before I could speak up, he had started to laugh and rant. His words have hurt me and I felt that I have hurt him badly. His life must have been shit if he only cared about me, I then realized how shitty it would be to see the one you cared about turn their back on you. I started gripping my arm as I tried controlling my breathing. Again, I dug my nails into my skin, I felt blood ooze out.

I felt like I needed to do something.

"Why can't you just-" he was cut off by me crying into his shoulders and hugging him as hard as I could. For some reason he didn't move. He just stood there while I hanged onto his fur. I knew what I had to do.

At this point I made up my mind.

I wanted him.

I NEEDED him.

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Heya, this chapter is a bit shorter than the others but it's fine. The story may seem a bit wonky and badly planned but Im trying to figure out how to place it all together.